I wasn’t measuring it, but I left here at six, and I didn’t push it. I guess that’s right.”Luke kept staring at me, and Mark, true to form, sa...d, “Bullshit!”I just smiled at my once and (hopefully) future brother-in-law, and I shrugged. “No, no bullshit. Come down and join me tomorrow morning. It’s a nice morning run. Or we can do calisthenics for an hour. You choose.”Mark didn’t respond, but Gabriel asked, “Why?”I leaned back against my car. “Oh, a bunch of reasons, but really, only two.. Then something happened which changed the whole perspective of voyeurism for me. I remember the day when this neighbor aunt of mine moved in next door. She was newly married, and came from a village nearby. Let me tell you that the lady really had a good body, a tall frame, but with flesh in the right places. Those were the summer days, and I slowly started noticing that the Aunty would change into a village dress when at home,In which she just used a small cloth on top of her usual Indian. The train pulled into the next station, he held my hips and pulled me closer to him. He had his arms around my waist as to protect me from falling but I knew he wanted me to grind on him. My hips began to move with every bump of the train. As I was doing this I could feel him getting harder and harder. I glanced back at him and could tell that I was making it incredibly difficult for him to hold himself together. I took his hand and put it on my pussy. "Mmm, god I know he wants it.", I said to. ”“Ya, naturlich. Such would be expected,” Georg smiled.The attendant motioned Georg to the bar to wait, and disappeared to the dock area to arrange Herr Mainz’s “little cruise around the harbor.” The boat turned out to be a 25-footer with a small inboard motor, a cabin forward, several bottles of beer in a cooler, and a black driver named Elvis.Elvis asked, “You want to go outside the harbor and over to the beach? We can get close enough to the girls on South Beach that...”Georg: “Not.